Ah! I didn't see you there. Welcome to the salonbox, a place to discuss things without the messy biological business of flirting and hugs. In here, we will discuss the great issues of the day, like Pirates vs. Ninjas, Dominance and Submission, and how many licks it really does take to get to the center of a tootsie pop.

So without further ado, I hereby mention BDSM, Vampires, UFOs, Nazis, and the President.

Ah! I didn't see you there. Welcome to the salonbox, a place to discuss things without the messy biological business of flirting and hugs. In here, we will discuss the great issues of the day, like Pirates vs. Ninjas, Dominance and Submission, and how many licks it really does take to get to the center of a tootsie pop.

So without further ado, I hereby mention BDSM, Vampires, UFOs, Nazis, and the President.

Have to say that me and Veks already figured out the tootsie pop through experimentation that pulled out all the variables taht we could Its in Elliquiy U forums somewhere

*casts a chuckling glance at Captain* A Salon, dear, not a saloon - think a victorian parlor, not a wild west bar.

oh... *sighs, and runs back to the changing room, turning in the six shooters and 5 gallon hat for brocade and velvet, whale bone and petticoats* Really, his has got to be the most uncomfortable thing ever... how do i sit in it?

oh... *sighs, and runs back to the changing room, turning in the six shooters and 5 gallon hat for brocade and velvet, whale bone and petticoats* Really, his has got to be the most uncomfortable thing ever... how do i sit in it?

*flounces down on the settee, feet up on the ottoman* at least i get to wear these lovely button up boots. *sips tea from her cup, holding it carefully over her saucer* i'd have some crumpets, but i think if i eat anything my corset will explode!

One day the'll invent a space time paradox to insert into the stomach to eat and temporally displace the food, so that one will never go hungry again. And in that utopia, every lady of the house will have a post office licking machine so that she will never have to taste a postage stamp again!

*blinks* tuck it under... oh! my BustLE! *giggles* i had this picture in my head... oh, never mind... *grins and sits on crumpet* there... now, as long as i don't have to ever get up off of the divan, i'll be fine. :)

I've been working on a final solution to the cowboy problem out in the shed. Should be done and over with before the turn of the century.

I hear this new fangled thing called the telegraph enables people to communicate faster than the crow can fly. Was man really meant to communicate at such speed? Won't that lead to an age of telegraphers from different coutries sitting about all chatting with each other like a bunch of people in a salon?

I've been working on a final solution to the cowboy problem out in the shed. Should be done and over with before the turn of the century.

I hear this new fangled thing called the telegraph enables people to communicate faster than the crow can fly. Was man really meant to communicate at such speed? Won't that lead to an age of telegraphers from different coutries sitting about all chatting with each other like a bunch of people in a salon?